A Twist of Fate (Commission for ZeusPegasus13)

TAGS: M/F, Genie, Growth, Hyper, Macro, Multi, Universe Macro

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He knew for a fact that it couldn’t work, shouldn’t work, and yet he went ahead and rubbed that lamp anyway; it hadn’t cost him anything and he had nothing to lose with it, so why not give it a try? Three or so full rubdowns later, the pegasus was ready to just give up and throw it away, what minimal hopes he had dashed completely by the lack of anything of note happening, chastising himself for ever having believed such fanciful tales could ever be true. With a sigh, Zeus threw the lamp over his shoulder and behind him, where it landed with a loud clang… one much louder than it should be, like the stud had just dropped an enormous, empty barrel onto solid concrete, rather than a tiny show-sized brass trinket onto carpet. He turned around, eyes wide open, only to watch as a thick smoke began to billow out from the discarded lamp, his mouth hanging wide open as his excitement began to pour in back, brighter and stronger than ever! The walls of his living room seemed to grow further apart the longer the smoke was allowed to coalesce, and the reason why became obvious very quickly: whatever was inside that thing was enormous, so much so that if it weren’t for the effect it was having on the living room, it would’ve smothered Zeus completely. The pegasus had been waiting for something large, but when he saw that wall of smoke take up more and more space inside his dimensionally-altered living space, he began to wonder if he hadn’t made a huge mistake.

Such concerns, however, wouldn’t last for more than a handful of seconds, as when the genie’s true form was made apparent, all fear melted away into something that looked a lot like arousal, but the pegasus couldn’t quite positively identify. There was some awe mixed in there as well, not to mention a healthy dose of terror at the notion that such a creature could exist to begin with, but it was undeniable that most of what he was feeling at that point could be described as nothing more than base, animalistic attraction, for the form that the genie took seemed tailor-made to poke at every button the pegasus had. The smoke cloud had begun to take on a more well-defined shape, arranging itself into long, thick coils that drew large circles above and around him, before eventually settling into something very obviously serpentine; the cloud itself was deep red, one that grew stronger as it solidified and transformed into a new material altogether, smoke unto scales as a snakelike creature was created from quite literally thin (or not-so-thin) air from the tip of the tale upwards. Zeus had expected some sort of ghost-like lower half, not unlike in the many movies he’d seen, but instead was given a full-on naga-like entity… or was it a lamia? Their top half was… confusing, to say the least, though not because of its features.

The pegasus had never been good at hiding their arousal, given the fact that they were quite a bit larger than your average male by default; even when not turgid, his equine shaft still hung at a proud three or so feet long, not to mention a heavy set of quad-nuts so heavy that, even while completely drained and empty, it still rested at a single inch off the ground, and required so much care on the part of the pegasus not to squish it too hard that he couldn’t even walk properly at all. He believed himself to be a symbol of virility, and in many ways he actually was; it just so happened that this genie in front of him was so much bigger, and so much better, that he couldn’t help but fall to his knees in adoration, at least until he got his mind back on track. Despite her serpentine body, the gorgeous beauty in front of him still managed to sport a set of hips and a pair of asscheeks that defied any definition or explanation, flared out and fat and ready to utterly wreck anything they may touch; if not for her, for it was clearly a she, expanding the living room to contain her body, it would’ve broken through the walls and flattened not only his home, but the whole apartment block. Her breasts weren’t any smaller, and in fact, the more he looked a them, the more they appeared to be even larger; it wasn’t until a few seconds afterwards that Zeus came to understand that they were still growing, and wouldn’t stop until each one was about as big as the genie’s ass was large in its entirety. It made for an obscene, excessively exaggerated figure, and yet the only thought in his mind was that he had to get his hands on her; the sudden arousal was such that he felt his shaft slap heavily against his chest, practically knocking the air from his lungs it rose to its full six feet, matching him for height, and his four cum factories immediately swelled and smashed onto the ground, pushing in every direction and begging for release. If he didn’t do something about it, he’d be stuck on a throne of his own nuts… but he doubted he’d be stuck for long.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been called!” the genie spoke, her voice melodious and as sweet as honey, “Honestly, whoever made sure people forgot about us? It gets boring in there without anyone to summon us every once in a while!” - the giantess looked around, perhaps hoping to find an equally-gigantic partner with which to have some fun, only to notice the pegasus struggling to contain his raging erection, feet already being pushed off the ground by his swelling orbs - “Oh me oh my, looks like we have a big one today! Tell me honey, what’s your name~?”

The genie creature leaned down, allowing her ample breasts to smush against the floor, and giving the pegasus a perfect view of the deep, almost impossibly big cleavage she was sporting; in that moment, his instincts took over and he felt the vein running along the underside of his cock bulge out, followed by a spurt of pre that arced behind him and splashed against the nearest wall, each of his four nuts instantly gaining a foot in diameter as the arousal spiked their productivity. Normally, at this point, he would have his shaft buried a good foot into his lover, whoever that may be; that he couldn’t do it was nothing short of torture, and it took a considerably amount of willpower before he mustered up the ability to speak a single word:

“Z-Zeus,” he stammered, “m-my name’s Zeus…”

“Ooo, that’s a good name!” the genie exclaimed, giving her tits another dozen or so cup sizes just for fun, “Tell me Zeusy, would you like me to do something about uh… that little problem of yours~?”

Her tone was prohibitively teasing, but it wasn’t as if the stud could do anything about it; she was the incomprehensibly powerful and vast godlike entity, not him, and thus the pegasus could only nod and quietly whimper, hoping that the reason for his intense, burning need to fuck something would pick up on what he was trying to say. With a giggle, the colossal lamia snapped her fingers and then leaned back, as if to give him some room; this was confusing, as the next that happened was his orbs growing smaller, not larger, giving Zeus the ability to move around again, even if it didn’t relieve the pressure one bit. It took a few moments before he realized that it hadn’t been his balls that shrunk, but the rest of his body that had grown to accommodate them; he was now well over ten feet tall, though still nowhere near the full size of the genie granting him this reprieve… plus, it seemed like his nuts’ expanded size had just turned into their smallest one, making him wonder if he was ever going to shrink back from that. Not that he would if he could avoid it; it felt surprisingly powerful to be so big that his head would bump against the ceiling, were it not magically raised, and given that his cock had accompanied his spurt in size, having a shaft that was ten foot long was certainly… an experience.

“Th-Thank you,” he mumbled, clearing his throat and attempting to sound and look more imposing, “a-anyway, I apologize for the lack of decorum. What may I call you?”

“You may call me…” - the genie hesitated for a moment, scratching her chin - “You know, it’s been so long that I’ve forgotten! Really, I’d leave my head behind if it weren’t attached to my shoulders, I’m so clumsy! I guess you can call me… Shera!”

The obvious reference was so on-the-nose that Zeus chose not to mention it, rolling with the punches instead. Now that the arousal had been cleared enough from his mind that he could think about what he was doing again, the pegasus recalled the whole point of him trying out the genie to begin with: while nominally there were a couple of things he’d like to improve about himself and his life, in reality the whole thing was designed to work as an exercise in lawyering that could benefit both parties. He’d heard tales of such things being possible, of genies being allowed to breach the nature of their very existence through clever wording, but it was hard to tell where the stories ended and fiction began, especially for a phenomenon as rare as Shera and her kind. However, with his legal background, the stud was convinced he could work around whatever rules were in place, and to that end, he spoke up again.

“Shera, as your summoner, I demand th-”

“Three wishes,” the genie interrupted, “can’t ask for more wishes, can’t ask for someone to fall in love with you, sadly can’t ask for entropy to be reserved; we tried that, didn’t work. Apart from that, anything else is fair game.”

Fair game. Zeus was chuckling to himself as he pondered on those words, fully intending to abuse them to the utmost of his ability as soon as he figured out the best way to do so. Of course, for that, he needed to know the rules of the game.

“Tell me, lovely Shera,” he mused, now having to put more effort into ignoring the still-growing orbs underneath him, “as a genie, you are bound by rules and regulations, yes? Divine mandates that determine what you can and cannot do, right?” - the genie nodded, looking slightly puzzled - “And one of those mandates it that you cannot make a wish for yourself, nor use your power in any way for your personal benefit; your endless magic is beholden to the will of whatever mortal happens to be your master at any given time, correct?”

“Sadly true,” Shera sighed, “and before you ask, no, you can’t wish for me not to be like this; I’m afraid it’s one of those basic principles of reality that can’t really be violated, since, well… if you release me from servitude, I’d just be turned into a powerless mortal. Or, well, as powerless as any mortal can be, but certainly nothing like I am right now.”

“Right, right…” Zeus mumbled to himself, pondering on what to do next. There had to be a way of abusing this for both of their benefits, especially if it meant stiffing the gods of something they felt was their birthright. Surely, if he racked his brains enough, he could finagle a way to allow Shera to keep her powers and give her some freedom to do whatever it was she wanted, while he himself got to enjoy much of the same… but what? If she couldn’t be given freedom without losing her powers, and all genies had to be beholden to a master… “Shera, does a genie’s master need to be a mortal?”

“I… don’t know, actually?” the genie admitted, her eyes moving up towards the heavens, her face concerned, “Though I’d rather not think about it too hard, they might hear… then again, if I don’t know, I guess they don’t have to be mortal? I mean, it’s more the fact that most immortals don’t really care too much about genie wishes, seeing as they have literally all the time in the world to do whatever they want to do, so I’ve never heard of anyone that ever tried. Why do you ask?”

“Why, can’t you tell?” Zeus replied, laughing in earnest now at Shera’s dumbfounded expression, “My sweetheart, I have but two wishes of you, and the third I’ll keep for later. The first is for you to also turn me into a genie, and I know” - the pegasus preempted the genie’s interjection before she even had a chance to raise a single finger - “I am aware that this will take away my freedom and ability to do anything without a master, I’m aware that this will limit me unless someone else makes a wish on me. Which is why, my love, I want my second wish to be for you to become my master after I ascend to become a genie myself~!”

The genie looked to be about as confused as she was excited about the prospect of breaking free from her bonds, though still unable to truly process what Zeus had just told her. The idea was there, and some part of her was aware of what was being asked of her, but the rest of her conscious mind had yet to catch up with the sort of cosmic loopholing that her newest master was suggesting they engage in; there was no way that either of them could get away with it, not with the sort of oversight that the gods kept on genies and other creatures of their level of power… but, then again, no one had tried this before as far as she knew, and the instinctual reaction of knowing that something was forbidden hadn’t kicked in, which could only mean one thing: no matter how unlikely, this was one loophole the gods had not closed, thus making it perfectly possible for her to blatantly abuse it for her own (and the stud’s) benefit. She could barely contain her excitement when getting into position, once more looming over her soon-to-be “slave” with her arms crossed over her ample chest.

Turning someone into a genie was a lot easier than it frankly should be, and the gods had no one to blame but themselves; the only thing stopping existing specimens from creating entire worlds’ worth of themselves were the master-servant rules that had been put in place, seeing as it was literally just a case of Shera snapping her fingers to turn Zeus into a deific version of himself. The pegasus got to experience what it was like to be all-powerful, to have the power and will to obliterate entire galaxies with but a thought, to wield the very energies of creation as they crackled at his fingertips… for about half a second, after which everything he felt came crashing inwards and was locked away by an invisible, mental barrier, keeping all of those promises away from him until someone came and told him what they wanted. His body seemed to dematerialize for just a moment, becoming as fluid as water before disappearing in a puff of smoke, one that almost instantly solidified again in the stud’s previous shape; he brought his hands to himself, hoping to check if everything was in its place, occasionally causing parts of himself to “collapse” into more smoke, before he realized what was going on: his body had become malleable… to a certain extent. He was a genie now, and as a genie, he had the ability to change and modify himself as he so desired; but only insofar as his actual body had mass, something he learned very quickly when he attempted to grow outwards to match Shera. It would appear that he could do whatever he so wanted with what he had, but adding onto it? Not so much, which could only mean that his new mistress once had someone at least as lewd as himself ask for her body to look the way it did.

“Careful now,” Shera spoke up, “you don’t want to experiment too hard, or you’ll end up stretching yourself out so much that you can’t put yourself back. Trust me, I’ve been there, and you do not want to be there” - she punctuated this by patting Zeus on the head, somehow placing him back in one shape from the mess of smoky haze that he had slowly been turning into - “Now, I have to ask, are you sure you want me to be your mistress? I’m not even sure if it’s allowed… I mean, I don’t think it is, I don’t feel like it is, but what happens if the gods take umbrage to it? We’d be at their mercy.”

As a response, the pegasus-turned-genie chose not to speak, but instead to move upwards, flying through the air towards Shera’s face. In doing so, everything below his waist turned into the same sort of wispy “tail” that he recalled seeing in cartoons when he was younger, his upper half bulking up to compensate, and if not for Shera being so much stronger than him at that stage, he would’ve barrelled straight through her (or into her, depending on how solid her body was). Instead, she stopped him at just the right time for the two to stare at one another, lips mere inches away, their breath hot and heavy on their muzzles. Zeus’ eyes were practically sparkling as he thought of everything he could do with the sort of power he was given, of what sort of abuse the two could get up to once they broke free of the divine shackles holding them back. So what if the gods didn’t like it? Who were they to stop them when they were as gods themselves?

“My love, what the gods desire or hate is not our concern,” he crooned, “for naught but our pleasure is our concern. We will become something greater than gods, and in doing so, will show them the true meaning of power, the true meaning of superiority. Together, we will rule the cosmos as we see fit, and if they wish to step in and so something about it… well, they should’ve wished sooner, shouldn’t they?” - he chuckled briefly at his own dumb joke - “No, I don’t think the gods will interfere. How could they? This isn’t against the rules, after all…”

He moved closer, just a single movement away from a full-blown kiss. Shera’s eyes were half-lidded as his hands moved to cup her cheeks.

“Be my mistress, as I will be your master. And together, we will storm the heavens themselves.”

He couldn’t have spoken better words as far as Shera was concerned, not with the way her eyes fluttered close and she leaned in for the kiss, their tongues intertwining as they shared a moment of true passion, one underscored by the inherent power disparity between the two moving towards the female genie; Zeus could feel it, like a creeping chain being dragged across his back, pulling him towards her, inciting him to do whatever it was she wanted. It was total submission, the sort that could not be reasoned with or made conditional, the kind that he wouldn’t be able to deny even if he brought his full might to bear; was this how she felt all the time? Was this what it was like to be a genie? To live in this constant, nightmarish balancing act where one’s free will was placed on the knife’s edge and left at the whim of whoever happened to grab their lamp? If so, then he only felt even more justified in freeing Shera from her bonds; to live like that was no life, but mere survival, and now the two could finally reap the benefits from having such powerful abilities.

Their bodies were pressed against one another, Zeus materializing his lower half once more… but holding off on placing his package back in place. He looked at Shera, his eyes telling her everything she needed to know: he wanted to be bigger than ever before, wanted to give her something that she had never seen before, but to that end, he needed her permission, or at least her go-ahead. No words were really needed, as the two understood one another perfectly at that moment, sharing a bond deeper than either of them could express; the original genie broke the kiss to give him a smile and a nod, making room between the two of them so that the stud might exercise his new power. Shera’s “wish”, or at least her acknowledgement of her new lover’s suggestion, was vague enough that the pegasus-cum-genie felt like he could go anywhere with it, for as long as Shera herself didn’t tell him to stop; thus, the first thing he did was give himself his quad-orbs back… except bigger. Much bigger. So much bigger that a single one was larger than all four had been after his newest partner had granted him the extra height for mobility, so big that he had to move them behind him just so he could hope to be mobile again. But that wasn’t enough, he needed a cock to go along with them, one of such immense size that it would not only reach the dimensionally-altered roof, it would burst through it, one that was wider than his buff torso was, one so colossal that, even if the lamia genie were to take all of it, her body wouldn’t be long enough to withstand its full girth.

And then he doubled everything. His nuts alone were bigger than his house, his cock towering above even that, throbbing, begging for someone to plunge into; the lamia floated there, staring at him, looking… hungry. Ravenous, even, but still not satisfied, as if what she saw had awakened such a powerful, latent desire that her mind didn’t quite know what to do with it, leaving her stuck between wanting to put a stop to it so she could enjoy it, or ordering the pegasus-genie to get on with it and give her what she truly wanted… so why not both, really? Why not fly towards him, using her body and coiling it around that titanic rod he was sporting, ordering him to stop for the time being while she got ready? Why not demand that each growth spurt he gave himself affect her as well, so that she might enjoy it on the same level and size and he did? And then, why not ask him to keep going, as her wish hadn’t yet been fulfilled?

Another exponential burst, and Zeus was now stuck atop his own nuts, each individual one bigger than his entire neighborhood had been, the quad-sack rumbling and quaking powerfully enough that the whole countryside had to deal with the sort of tectonic madness that only occurred once every millennium or so. The lamia too underwent some changes, her serpentine self given hundreds more feet to deal with the increase in cock size, her tits ballooning outwards so that each nipple alone was bigger than his whole package put together, more breasts added below the first ones, all while her barely-there, golden and silver lingerie continued to cling onto her form in the most lurid and obscene way possible. He looked up, his eyes wide, his mind demanding to know if this was enough, and she thus looked down at him, shook her head, and uttered a single word, one that would herald the destruction of most of their country, and the first step towards their true, divine ascension:

“More.”

To say that what happened next was monumental in scale would be to just barely scratch the surface of the reality of it. As with before, the wish was so fundamentally vague that anything and everything could be done in order to fulfill it, and seeing as how Shera was, at that point, an uncontained, uncontrollable deity, Zeus saw no reason not to live up to expectations and give her exactly what she wanted, all while adding to her own power with his; she still couldn’t make herself better, that much was outside of her range of action, but there was nothing stopping him from funneling near-infinite amounts of magical power into her body, allowing her to keep up with the frantic, frenzied and, frankly, insane amounts of growth he was triggering in his own body. The pegasus-genie figured that the best way for him to truly explore the limits of his new mistress’ desires was to just let loose and give her everything he had; to that end, each time his body was wracked by a growth spurt, it behaved exactly the same way: his nuts would explode outwards until each one was at least four times as large as the whole sack had been beforehand, his cock would just flat out double up on that size, and his productivity, already elevated and spiked to the point where it could drown out entire cities, would become proportional to the size increase of its cum factories. Of course, such an enormous boost needed someone to tend to it, therefore making it a necessity for Shera to keep up as well… so what better way than to make it so that whenever his body was made larger, the serpentine giantess gained an extra pair of breasts? Not only that, but their size would be magnified to such a degree that if all of Zeus’ body was added up, cock and balls and all, it wouldn’t even be enough to cover a single one of her nipples, let alone a minute fraction of the entire mound. And finally, the rest of her, that titanic tail of hers, would be given enough length to wrap around his shaft multiple times over.

It was an insane thing to think, much less put in practice, which is precisely why the stud did so the moment he could, and went to work making it a reality. One spurt, and most of the countryside for miles around ceased to exist, buried underneath an avalanche of breastflesh and gurgling, churning nuts. A second spurt, and the country itself was no longer there, buried underneath Shera’s incomprehensibly large breasts. A third burst, and Zeus’ cock would be piercing the heavens and heading straight into low orbit, still looking pathetically tiny compared to the planet-shattering bed of six rows of tits on his lover’s chest; the genie giantess was certainly enjoying herself, if the noises coming out of her were any indication, but for whatever reason, the stud suddenly felt compelled to stop. In the back of his head, he knew that his mistress had deigned their current size to be sufficient, or at least wanted to do something else; it wasn’t until then that Zeus realized that everything up until that moment had all technically been a single “wish”, with Shera hinting at wanting them to be larger. Assuming that she was saving up the last one to flip their master-servant relationship around, allowing them to keep their blatant loophole abuse going, there was still room for another request… and at their sizes, it was hard to tell just what she might ask of him that would even so much as register with her; after all, given the size disparity between the two, even at his size he could still bury himself into a single one of her twelve nipples and still have room for a few more of himself. What more could Shera possibly want?

Well, the answer was quite simple, if absurd to the point that Zeus felt like laughing before the reality of it made his arousal begin to boil as hotly as magma. He didn’t hear her speak, but being a genie herself gave her a few perks when it came to speaking at the kinds of distances they were dealing with. Her request was well-structured and very clear, so much so that the pegasus’ reaction to it was almost instinctual, as if he didn’t even have to think about it in order to make it come true. He snapped his fingers, and the planet beneath them ceased to be, obliterated by an advancing wall of nutflesh that expanded so quickly to meet the demands of its mistress that it quite literally broke the light barrier several times over. Shera had wished for each one of Zeus’ hyperactive cum factories to grow, to grow so much that even if she were to be stuffed inside one of them, there would be room for ten more of her, tits and everything. She had wished for each one to be so productive that they would double in size within ten minutes unless actively drained. She had wished for his cock to become so vast and imposing that she’d need a hundred of her to coil around half of its full size, all while his body proper was given just enough of a size boost to be able to keep up with what was attached to it. And finally, she wished for him to appreciate his full size for a good couple of seconds, to take in the full majesty of what it was his body had become, to observe as he loomed over what had once been his home planet, to look upon the universe and realize that now, unchained by rules and limitations it was theirs for the taking, and none, not even the gods, would be able to slow them down, much less stop them! And then…

… and then double the number of cocks and balls he had.

Once the dust had settled, most of the inner section of the solar system had been more or less taken up entirely by Zeus’ brand new package, one so sensitive that the pegasus had to take extra precautions not to completely lose his mind by sheer virtue of it existing. It was something beyond unbelievable, and yet there it was, firm as could be, taking up so much of his field of view that he couldn’t possibly ignore it. His twin shafts throbbed with each heartbeat, somehow able to mimic its rhythm despite the distances involved, while the vacuum of space couldn’t even begin to hold a candle to the cacophony of churning coming from behind him, where those colossal, star-blotting cum factories were located. All of it attached to a body that, while not necessarily as enormous in scale, was still big enough by sheer power of association that he was probably taller than his home planet had been wide, allowing him to loom over it… if it hadn’t just been turned to dust. There was very little concern for the poor souls on that thing, mostly because they could just bring them back at any point through a single wish, which reminded him that, now that two of them were gone, it was time to see if Shera had understood what his initial proposition had been.

If she used up her last wish for something other than transferring “ownership” of herself to him, then the whole plan would go down the drain. The gods would be allowed to interfere, now that there were two masterless genies floating around, and it was quite likely the budding couple would never be able to see one another again, a thought so painful that just considering its possibility was enough to make both Zeus and Shera wince; the only way out of it was for the latter to wish for the former to become their master, thus refreshing the number of wishes they had between them, and allowing them to chain together their blatant abuse of the rules for as long as they wanted. This was easy enough to accomplish in theory, but now that the snakelike goddess was stranded atop six rows of breasts, each bigger than a whole planet (courtesy of a little something extra that Zeus provided), and her eyes could see nothing but her lover’s body in every direction, it was a lot harder to make informed, rational decisions than it had been before they ascended to proper godhood. There was an undeniably powerful part of her mind that didn’t want to carry on with the plan, not because it was faulty, but because it was simply too overloaded by pleasure to think rationally; all it wanted to do was maximize things, to ask for something so grandiose and vague that the two of them could probably have aeons before the deities in charge of their reality could even begin to strike them down… but that wasn’t enough. To deliberately put an expiration date on their relationship, even if it was one far off into the future, would be to jeopardize it for no good reason, especially when she had a much better solution right there in front of her; all that was needed was for the genie giantess to power through her arousal and ask for Zeus to become her master, safe in the knowledge that he would do the same to her once the time was right.

The stud, in the meantime, had his hands full trying to keep his mind in one piece, especially given the sort of assault it was under. Just the sensations filtering through a single nut were enough to overpower him, let alone the other seven… and the two twitching shafts that had their base covered by the twelve tits his lover sported. As much as it was the best thing to ever happen to him, it was a lot more than he could’ve anticipated, and the pegasus had to expend a great amount of willpower just to keep himself in check and not do something that might land him in the ethereal equivalent of imprisonment; the feeling of power was so overwhelming that it threatened to overcome the shackles imposed on him by his very nature, the system-encompassing tides of cum inside of his orbs slamming into him with such strength that every time they threatened to bring down the mental barriers he had erected around himself. He knew, for a fact, that the moment he was given back the lead in their relationship, the two of them wouldn’t be stopping until the whole cosmos was theirs to rule, but the problem was just that: knowing it would happen was such an enticing prospect that it kept trying to force him to do something stupid, like try and grant a wish when one wasn’t asked, to interpret the sound-barrier-breaking moans coming from his lover as a demand to grow ever larger rather than be patient and just wait. The two of them were in such a state that a single slip-up, a single moment of weakness was all that was needed for their plan to come crashing down, and that just wasn’t something that either of them could afford.

So they waited. They waited, and waited, until Shera could center herself and ask what needed to be asked. Not for more size, not for milky tits, not for even larger nuts that she could bury her face and whole body into, but for Zeus to take the lead; it was surprising how hard it was to ask for something so seemingly simple, enough that getting the words out took quite a bit of time, the serpentine genie having to start over multiple times as her tongue was twisted and bent out of shape by her other, more base desires. “Grow bigger,” they said, “forget about everything.”

But she couldn’t. She’d made a promise.

And she was going to keep it.

Shera didn’t need to speak, merely make her intent known, and in the instant following that one, Zeus became fully aware of just what had happened. The shackles holding him in place had been released, the compulsion to serve the other genie melted away into nothing. If he so desired, he could very well do anything he wanted and there wasn’t a single thing that anyone else could do to stop him. He had become an unbound genie, a creature of such immense, terrifying power that, in some far-off corner of his mind, Zeus knew just how much the gods were trembling; watching the two ascending entities from atop their divine thrones, they couldn’t be more terrified of the prospect of the couple reaching them, for there was nothing they could do to stop them, and everyone involved knew it. But the pegasus was no longer interested in ascending for its own sake; after all, had he not deliberately intertwined Shera’s fate with his own? What would be the point of becoming greater than the gods themselves if he didn’t have that gorgeous giantess there with him every step of the way? The two of them had been playing a game up until then, a game where the rules were followed purely so they could be broken and abused… and he saw no reason to stop that any time soon.

Thus, he gave her his first, and for the time being last wish. It was a simple one, yet open-ended enough that Shera could interpret it as she so desired, the sort of thing that, were it not for their now-paradoxical nature, the female genie would never have had the courage to even think to attempt: “Give the both of us our dream bodies,” the pegasus communicated to her, “and don’t stop until we’re satisfied.”

It was an impossible condition and they both knew it for a fact, hence why it was such a great one to cap off their little adventure towards the heavens. With an unbound genie for a master to protect her and such a vague wish asked of her, there wasn’t a single thing in the universe that could stop Shera now. In an instant, their solar system vanished from sight, though not necessarily because it had ceased to exist; it just so happened that it had turned so tiny in comparison with both of their bodies that the pegasus could most likely squeeze it between two fingers without even noticing. The titaness briefly considered evening their main bodies out, maybe even to the point where they wouldn’t look like mere accoutrements on overinflated assets… but where was the fun in that? Better to make each of Zeus’ nuts double in size every other second, better to maker her own tits be bigger than that while filling with enough milk to drown out entire galaxies, better to make it so that the both of them were in full flow at every possible occasion, countless nebulae’s worth of raw mass jettisoned into interstellar space, ready to coalesce and create new life once the universe was done sorting through the mess. The speed of light had become a mere suggestion, physics and thermodynamics bending around their bodies as they consumed more and more of their galactic arm, stars, planets, black hole, comets, asteroid thickets, gas clouds, everything was turned into more fuel for the raging, burning inferno inside of them. Each second that passed made them so much larger that their previous selves would have trouble comprehending the scales; it was a testament to the size of the cosmos that even this wasn’t enough to truly make a dent in their home galaxy, though this was only a matter of time. Milk and cum flowed freely in equal measure, spurts of it flying in every direction, giving the Milky Way a brand new reason to brandish that name; soon, the halo of fluids would itself outweigh the very thing it was supposed to be orbiting, and from there it was just a matter of time until gravity did what it did best.

From outside their dimension, a pantheon of deities huddled around their looking glass, peering down at the mortal realms with equal parts panic and trepidation. The rules had not been broken, at least not the ones they had put down for genies, so none of them had the authority to intervene in the cosmic-level apocalypse happening in front of their eyes; all they could do is watch as the whole galaxy was overtaken by an increasingly numerous amount of breasts and balls, by a pair of cocks that was already longer than the damned thing was wide, until the whole thing was obscured by the FTL-speed jets of cream and spunk the two genies were producing, which created such an impenetrable shell around the Milky Way that, no matter how hard the deities tried, they couldn’t breach to look inside.

Silence fell as they waited, knowing that whatever happened next would not be pretty. They could all feel the couple’s power as it approached them at high speeds, feel their attention being locked onto them; soon, the pegasus and lamia would be knocking at their doors and demanding a spot by their side… if they didn’t just demand their lives and took the whole of the heavens for themselves. It was only then that one of the minor deities called the group’s attention back to their looking glass, where they could see the surface of the fluid shell was rippling, as if something was disturbing it, as if… as if something was surfacing from directly underneath it. The many gods had maybe a couple of seconds to think on how to react before a colossal, galaxy-obscuring hand emerged from within that shell, open and with its fingers outstretched towards them. It was Zeus, reaching through dimensions and grasping at the spyglass watching them from a distance. The god in charge of it did at least try to shut it down, but it was too late; a split second before, the pegasus’ hand impacted against it from the other side, the pantheon’s manor shaking as if in an earthquake!

The glass was cracking.

They were coming through.